Ejen Ali ~Return of a lost agent

Prologue

Before the sun rose above cyberaya, we slowly saw our protagonist quicken awoken from his deep slumber. By the sound of his digital alarm on his phone, a young skeletal hand shut it off before it could make a louder tone. The owner of the bony hand belongs to a young child who has 3'9 height and dyed brown hair and dull black eyes. He had slowly gotten up, being careful with his aching body from his daily torment by his master. He was cringing at each step, making his way towards his wardrobe. He slowly removed his soaked, torn, revealing boxer briefs.

He was taking a pair of dried, same-conditioned boxers brief with his workout consisting of a worn-out cartoon shirt and track pants. He slowly wears them so he won't worry about his open wounds dripping more of his precious blood. After spending 5 minutes, he approached his destination. His miniature training course was a spacious park near his home for flexibility, speed, body coordination, stamina and muscle strength.

He was starting with a slight warm-up to get ready for his workouts. Once after warming up, he slowly began his training with 100 push up. Next was the same amount of sit-ups, crunches, jumping jacks, and pull-ups before starting with one arm, planking for 10 minutes on each component. Once done, he started his flexibility training. He ended it with a 1km run and a few fast sprint races.
He gave himself a few minutes to catch his breath while thinking. "Dam, I am out of shape. It took me way longer to complete this than when I was younger." He checked his phone and saw that he only had half an hour before waking his master for breakfast. He quickly made his way home the best he could. Once he reached home, he only had 10 minutes left before his master was awake and promptly started making breakfast. As he set the table up for his master, he heard his footsteps slowly approaching him. He fastened his pace but didn't manage to complete the task as he saw his master in the kitchen. The 6'1 male with brown hair and a muscular body with black eyes in his late thirties was looking at our protagonist with a neutral look but he knew better.

After breakfast, our protagonist fluently made his way towards the punishment room and slowly removed the clothing till nothing was on him. As he slowly went into a position where his head was on the floor, his knees wide open, exposing everything he had, nothing was hidden while his hand were behind his back, waiting for his master to come. Once, he heard the door slowly open. Our protagonist knew he was in deep trouble as it wasn't the first time he had not completed a task. "Ali. Ali.Ali. How many times must I remind you, hmm?"The man asked. Our now-known protagonist Ali knew not to answer and waited for the punishment when he heard the sound of the dangerous whip his master owned. Ali knew His master had enough of his crap. Without saying anything else, he felt the whip make its way to his scarred skin and had to bite his lip from screaming in pain.

After an hour of his master teaching him a lesson, Ali was holding his tears back and knew that his lips were bleeding badly and the new marks on his hold body were not leaving any space free. He only let them fall when he felt his master had left the room. "Why me" were the only words Ali said. He slowly forced his aching body up while limping towards the joint door towards his private bathroom to his room, quickly hopping into the cold shower to clean the dirt, sweat and blood off him while trying to keep the voices at bay, not wanting to do that right now with the time restrain he had. Ali slowly approached the counter, grabbed reused bandages already at their last legs and warped them on his new wounds, praying to stop the bleeding. Once he quickly wore his boxer and took his workout clothes towards his dirty basket, he wore his school uniform. Once checking the time on his phone. " What the fuck? Is it already 8:00? I'm Late", Ali shouted inside his head as he rushed towards his park scooter outside his house and quickly made his way to school.
As he reaches his primary school after buying his food at wak musang, he quickly enters the gate before the security guard can close it. He quickly picks up his scooter, folding it, and slides it next to his backpack, securing it and making his way towards his class. When he reached his classroom, He walked in by the backdoor and went to his seat before listening towards Puan Munch's lesson. Not even 10 minutes into the class, Ali had slowly fallen asleep due to the lack of it.